February 2011
Monthly Archive
Wed 16 Feb 2011
REVIEWED BY BARRY GARDNER:
ANABEL DONALD – An Uncommon Murder. St. Martin’s Press, hardcover, 1993. First published in the UK: Macmillan, hardcover, 1992.
The inside back flap says Anabel Donald is the author of three previous novels, and lives in England and France. Nothing else. The back cover is completely blank. No other books are listed in the front. Who is this woman, and why doesn’t St. Martin’s want us to know more about her?
Alex Tanner is a freelance television researcher in London. She’s prickly, a bastard from a lower-class background, raised in foster homes, and with a crazy mother. She stumbles upon an old woman who was a governess in a household which was involved in a high society murder some forty years ago; coincidentally (?) it’s a case on which a producer for whom she works regularly is considering doing a documentary. He hires her to research the background, and she begins investigating.
This is quite a well written book. The story moves along nicely, and while I wouldn’t call the cast of characters enthralling, they were interesting enough to hold my attention.
I did get more than a bit fed up with the heroine’s attitude and hang-ups. As a matter of fact, I’m getting damned tired of four of five female leads being anywhere from half screwed up to absolutely neurotic. Is it déclassé to be be well-adjusted, or what? Are reasonably normal people too dull to serve as leads? Well?
Subject of tirade aside, it was a decent book.
— Reprinted from Ah, Sweet Mysteries #9, September 1993.
Bio-Bibliographic Notes: Some 18 years later, it’s easy to use Google and come up with answers. From the Fantastic Fiction website comes the following information:
“Anabel Donald has been writing fiction since 1982 when her first novel, Hannah at Thirty-Five, was published to great critical acclaim. In her thirty-six-year teaching career she has taught adolescent girls in private boarding schools, a comprehensive and an American university. Most recently, she has written the five Alex Tanner crime novels in the Notting Hill series.”
The Alex Tanner series —
1. An Uncommon Murder (1992)
2. In at the Deep End (1993)
3. The Glass Ceiling (1994)
4. The Loop (1996)
5. Destroy Unopened (1999)
Neither of the last two have been published in the US.
As for Barry’s tirade, as he described it, Alex Tanner must really have been an off-the-wall character for him to have gone off the way he did. Most recurring detective story characters are eccentric, unusual or different in one way or another, not so?
Wed 16 Feb 2011
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IT IS PURELY MY OPINION
Reviews by L. J. Roberts
LOUISE PENNY – Bury Your Dead. St. Martin’s Press; hardcover, September 2010; trade paperback, August 2011.
Genre: Police procedural. Leading character: Insp. Armand Gamache; 6th in series. Setting: Québec, Canada.
First Sentence: Up the stairs they raced, taking them two at a time, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Inspector Armand Gamache’s last investigation, related in The Brutal Telling, ended very badly for himself and members of his team, including his colleague Jean Guy Beauvoir. Each day Armand receives a letter from Three Pines asking why the man accused would have moved the body of the man he was convicted of killing.
He asks Jean Guy to unofficially return to Three Pines and reinvestigate the case from the assumption of the convicted man’s innocence. Armand is finding solace in the library of the Literary and Historical Society in Old Québec City until murder intervenes. Augustin Renaud, dedicated to finding the lost remains of Samuel de Champlain, founder of Québec, is found dead in the library’s basement.
As with all of her books, Penny makes me think, view things in a new and different way, and learn about things I had not known. All of this is very good. I love her vivid descriptions and wry humor. She conveys both the beauty and frigid cold of Québec City in winter, and her descriptions of food are mouth-watering. She captures how in cities with such long histories, such as Québec, one is able to sense and envision the past along with the present.
She provides an illuminating look at Québec where the English are the minority. It’s a city I’ve loved visiting but never thought about the impact of its history and politics on those who live there.
Penny’s characters are so fully realized and human. She has that rare ability which allows the reader to sense the character’s emotions, without it being maudlin or overly sentimental.
In previous books, I did not fully understand the scope and importance of Gamache’s position [Chief Inspector of the Sûreté du Québec], but it is made clear here. Through scenes of the events of the disastrous case, you feel the weight of his responsibility and his pain.
Jean Guy has to employ Gamache’s style of investigative techniques, which gives him a new understanding of his boss. I appreciate how Penny introduces us to new characters yet reacquaints us with our favorite characters from the previous books as well.
Each thread of the triple-threaded plot is gripping and stands on its own yet, as with real life, they work well together and provide us greater insight to the characters. I did have an issue with the logic behind one of the plot threads, and a stepping-away from the impact of another, but I am willing to almost forgive those against the strengths of the rest of the book.
Penny does leave a fourth, smaller thread dangling for another book, but it’s not the cliff-hanger ending several authors are now employing which I find cheap and unnecessary from a good author. Thank you, Ms. Penny, for not doing that yet always leave us wanting the next book — now.
While her books are, at their core, mysteries, and very good ones, there are layers beyond that and a wisdom brought forth through her characters that I admire. Gamache’s code for the four sentences which lead to wisdom: “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I need help. I don’t know.†are worth embracing.
Penny is one of the best authors of today and one I recommend to anyone without hesitation.
Rating: Very Good Plus.
Wed 16 Feb 2011
HARRY WHITTINGTON – Drygulch Town. Ace Double F-196; paperback original, 1963. Published dos-Ã -dos with Prairie Raiders, also by Harry Whittington.
No, it’s not a mystery. But perhaps you recall my predilection for the lawyer with the underdog client. You can’t beat this one for underdoggedness.
Garrison is a lawyer in Wyoming territory, and his client has killed the only son of Bryce Carmack, who not so strangely runs the oil town of Carmack Settlement. The plea is self-defense, but only a strong-willed sheriff has already prevented an immediate hanging.
In the opening scene Garrison is shot at from a hotel window as he rides into town. He’s offered a bribe, beaten by a mob, ambushed in an alley, his only witness dies in his arms, and — justice triumphs. The wrapup is a mite too quick, but Whittington pulls out all the stops before then.
I was ready to plunge in with fists flying myself.
— From
Mystery*File #9, Vol. 2, No. 2, Spring 1976 (very slightly revised).
Tue 15 Feb 2011
WHISTLIN’ DAN. Tiffany Productions, 1932. Ken Maynard [as Whistlin’ Dan Savage], Joyzelle Joyner, Georges Renavent, Harlan Knight, Don Terry, Tarzan the Wonder Horse. Director: Phil Rosen.
As far as the story line goes, this is a pretty good example of an early 30s western. It overcomes the low budget I’m sure this movie must have had, and even so, I think the worn and washed out look of the buildings the action takes place in – and there’s quite a bit of action – is a lot closer to the buildings and saloons the cowboys of the Old West actually lived (and drank) in.
But to get back to the story, when one of Dan Savage’s range partners is kidnapped by south-of-the-border bandit leader Captain Serge Karloff (Georges Renavent) for $5000 they don’t have, and when Dan and his other partner, a grizzled old fellow named July (Harlan Knight) get to the rendezvous point too late, Dan and July decide to take the not-so-small matter of justice into their own hands.
Posing as crooks themselves, they work their way into Karloff’s gang, and with the help of Mexican saloon girl Carmelita (Joyzelle), they begin to destroy the gang from the inside out. As it turns out, Carmelita is also quite a dancer, with two lengthy barroom scenes with which to display her talents.
Whistlin’ Dan himself even whistles in a another scene, as he’s courting the lady, but otherwise, as was mentioned before, there’s enough action in the rest of the film to satisfy everyone who came to see this movie in 1932, and today too, for that matter.
But as for the man who plays the hero in Whistlin’ Dan, Ken Maynard, that’s something else I’ve been meaning to get around to, but I’ve put it off until now. Maynard was a chunky fellow in this movie, with narrow squinty eyes, and he does a good job playing a cowboy who may not be the brightest bulb on the plains. What Carmelita sees in him, I’m not sure. He doesn’t strike me as the romantic type, but in the early 30s being maybe good with horses and a gun was all a cowboy hero needed.
Tue 15 Feb 2011
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ROBERT CRAIS – The First Rule. Putnam’s, hardcover, January 2010. Berkley, premium paperback, January 2011.
Joe Pike has been appearing in Robert Crais’s Elvis Cole books as his good call-upon-when-needed right hand man for quite some time, but this is only the second in which he has had the starring role, the first being The Watchman (2007). Cole appears in this one too, but he’s called upon only when Pike needs some good old-fashioned PI assistance (and for someone to cover his back).
I’ve just finished the paperback edition, all 393 pages worth, and in spite of all the blurbs inside the front cover, each more positive than the next, I don’t think that Pike, the strong taciturn type, has it in him to be the star of a book with that many pages in it. Believe it or not, this is a thriller than gets less and less thrilling as the book goes on.
It all begins when a gang of hoodlums hired by some good old-fashioned Serbian criminals guns down an old mercenary buddy of Pike, along with his entire family and a young nanny for the kids. Pike doesn’t take this well.
And he spends the next 370 pages or so proving it. I think that what the problem is here is that when your primary hero is Superman, who can destroy entire galaxies just by listening hard – I’m paraphrasing here, and I don’t know who it was who came up with the original quote – how do you make his adventures interesting?
Tue 15 Feb 2011
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DAY KEENE – Wake Up to Murder. Avon 660, reprint paperback, 1955. First publication: Phantom Book #513, digest paperback, 1952. Later printing: Berkley G258, paperback, 1959; cover art: Robert Maguire.
Keene continues to impress me as a writer. Don’t be thrown off by the sleazy cover of an overripe playgirl about to fall out of her snuggies. It isn’t (and yet is) that kind of story.
Mostly it’s he story of an everyday joe, earning a crummy $62.50 a week doing legwork for a criminal attorney, trying to make ends meet on a GI mortgage. He’s fired on his birthday, which his wife doesn’t remember, and he goes out on a drunk, waking up with $10,000 is a hotel room with a girl not his wife.
The nightmare continues. Murder, kidnapping, the mob, the cops — he’s caught in between, given just enough rope. There is not the overbuilding sense of catastrophe of Woolrich, but the quieter despair of failure, the misery of loneliness and rejection. One must plod on. Keene gives a nudge to the little guy. And comes up with an ending that might catch you with your pants down.
— From Mystery*File #9, Vol. 2, No. 2, Spring 1976 (very slightly revised).
[UPDATE] 02-15-11. The only editing I did was to replace a badly situated comma by a dash, and a change of one preposition to another. Do I remember this book? No, not at all, more’s the pity.
If it wasn’t obvious from the description, it was the Avon paperback that I read, but I’ve supplied you with images of all three covers. For whatever reason, I kind of like the Avon one.
Mon 14 Feb 2011
REVIEWED BY DAN STUMPF:
STRANGE ILLUSION. PRC, 1945. James Lydon, Warren William, Sally Eilers, Regis Toomey. Director: Edgar G. Ulmer.
Much better on all counts than Fear in the Night [reviewed here ] is Edgar Ulmer’s remarkable Strange Illusion, an ultra-cheapie from PRC with James Lydon, Sally Eilers, Warren William and Regis Toomey, that would have been a forgone Disaster in lesser hands.
Ulmer could always dress up the most threadbare of tales in positively sardanapalean splendor, and here he turns a well-worn mystery plot into a Modern-Dress Hamlet, with Lydon getting a message from his recently-departed father to protect his mother from opportunists.
Next thing he knows, Mom’s being swept off her feet by Warren William (clearly way past his prime here, and looking marvelously suited to his sleazy role) who, it turns out, may have caused Dad’s death. And the only way young Lydon can think of to prevent the nuptials is to feign insanity — which puts him in the hands of William’s Polonius-like understrapper, who runs a “Rest Home.”
I mentioned once that Ulmer’s films sometimes amaze one by the very fact of their existence, and this is no exception. He can do more with L-shaped sets, inadequate actors and bad scripts than most filmmakers could manage with the cast and budget of Lawrence of Arabia.
Here he plays off Lydon’s typecast callowness against William’s lethally seedy charm and even brings off a totally unexpected — and rather disturbing — ending, which I won’t reveal.
Editorial Note: For Mike Grost’s in-depth commentary on this film, check out his website here.
[UPDATE] 02-15-11. Every Tuesday on Todd Mason’s blog, he lists an assortment of “Overlooked Films” offered up as Prime Examples by other bloggers on their own
blogs. This week on Dan’s behalf I suggested Strange Illusion. For the rest of this Tuesday’s recommendations, please give Todd’s blog a look-see.
Mon 14 Feb 2011
REVIEWED BY CURT J. EVANS:
MONK. USA Cable Network. Seasons 1-4: 2002-2006. Tony Shalhoub (Adrian Monk), Jason Gray-Stanford (Lt. Randall Disher), Ted Levine (Captain Leland Stottlemeyer), Traylor Howard (Natalie Teeger), Stanley Kamel (Dr. Charles Kroger), Bitty Schram (Sharona Fleming).
As an extremely devoted admirer of Golden Age mystery fiction — just read last week’s Lee Thayer review! — I perhaps have a tendency to not give credit where credit is due to more modern work.
Yet I will freely admit that my favorite American television mystery series is one of recent vintage: the magnificent Monk, which ran from 2002 to 2009. My nephew John Hendricks prevailed upon me to watch this series, and I am glad that he did.
In Monk, the eccentric Great Detective of grand, old tradition is alive and well (well, perhaps not entirely well). As brilliantly created by three-time Emmy award winner Tony Shalhoub, consulting detective Adrian Monk, traumatized by the murder of his wife, Trudy, is a teeming mass of compulsions and phobias, yet he is also utterly brilliant and indispensable to the San Francisco police, who, in classical tradition, clearly would not have a prayer of solving one of their sixteen yearly murder cases without him.
Representing the San Francisco police force in each episode are the imposing but perhaps not overly percipient Captain Leland Stottlemeyer (Ted Levine, otherwise most familar to me from his creepy performances in the genre films The Silence of the Lambs and Shutter Island) and his bumbling, overgrown boy scout assistant, Lieutenant Randy Disher (as broadly though amusingly played by Jason Gray-Stanford, he seems to have graduated from a police college surely located somewhere on Gilligan’s Island).
Completing this band is Monk’s personal assistant (and essential caretaker), the brassy and sometimes abrasive former nurse Sharona Fleming (Bitty Schram), who is later replaced midway through season three by the rather sweeter-natured (I think she has the patience of a saint) Natalie Teeger (Traylor Howard).
Appearing more occasionally is Monk’s psychiatrist (I think he has the patience of a saint), Dr. Charles Kroger (Stanley Kamel). Dr. Kroger’s therapy sessions with Monk are themselves often mini-masterpieces of humor (Kamel sadly died after season six, but thankfully he appeared in nearly half the Monk episodes filmed during his life).
Season one of Monk has some inspired episodes (I particularly liked one that played a brilliant variation on G. K. Chesterton’s “The Invisible Man”), but also some clunkers. The series seems to have had a smaller budget (it looks more studio bound) in the first season and characters who had not quite gelled, as is common in debut seasons of series.
Season two, on the other hand, seems to me nearly flawless. The ingenuity of the mystery plots often is quite remarkable, in my view, for forty-five minute television shows.
Some highlights from various episodes include: perfect alibis (“Mr. Monk Goes Back to School” and “Mr Monk and the TV Star”); a locked exercise room murder (“Mr. Monk Meets the Playboy”); a bizarre case of a parachutist drowning in mid-air (“Mr. Monk Goes to Mexico” — this is not quite fair play but still very clever and wonderfully outre); a murder committed by a man in a coma (“Mr. Monk and the Sleeping Suspect”); and the classic situation of the murder committed during the performance of a play (“Mr. Monk Goes to the Theater” — this crams novel length complexity into a small space).
With their impossible situations and miracle problems, many of these episodes successfully invoke the brilliance of the Golden Age of the detective novel, as penned by such past masters as John Dickson Carr, Freeman Wills Crofts and John Rhode.
There is also an episode, “Mr. Monk and the Three Pies,” that was surely intended as an homage to Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. Clearly modeled on Jacques Barzun’s favorite Holmes story, “The Adventure of the Six Napoleons,” “Pies” also introduces a brother for Adrian Monk (the gifted Oscar-nominated actor John Turturro), who in turn is obviously influenced by Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft (he’s not fat, but he’s even smarter than Adrian and, more phobic as well, he’s essentially immobile, never leaving his house).
Often in addition to being clever, the series is extremely funny. Mr. Monk confronting a rather less than five-star motel in Mexico should have you in stitches, as should his being forced to sham marriage with Sharona (in “Mr. Monk Gets Married,” which involves another classic Golden Age plot, the treasure hunt).
Season three strikes me as not quite up to the sheer perfection of season two. There was a particular plot structure that, while clever, became overused in this season and there seemed, in the middle of it, to be evident problems with the actress playing Sharona. (She was entirely written out of one episode and apparently was either fired or quit.)
After Sharona was abruptly and completely written out of the series, a replacement for her, the chipper Natalie, had to be written in, and her relationship with Monk did not really gel until season four.
Another problem from my perspective is that the series started to indulge a bit much in the psychodrama of Monk’s obsession with his dead wife, Trudy (she even starts to appear to him in physical manifestations). A true Golden Age traditionalist likes the writer to stick a bit more to the plot!
However, there are some excellent episodes in season three, including one of the very best in the series, “Mr. Monk Gets Cabin Fever,” which takes a remarkably original and delightful approach to the classical “drawing room lecture” (where the Great Detective reveals all to the assembled suspects).
Also compelling are “Mr. Monk Gets Stuck in Traffic,” a clever inverted mystery (where we know who committed the murder) unfolding entirely within a highway traffic jam, and “Mr. Monk Goes to Vegas,” which revolves around the strangling murder of an unwanted wife while she was alone in an elevator (this one is reminiscent of a classic John Dickson Carr-John Rhode novel).
Season four nearly maintains the level of season two, with a raft of clever episodes: Monk confronting a rival detective who somehow is smarter than he his (“Mr. Monk and the Other Detective”); Monk reuniting with his brother to confront a really baffling murder problem (“Mr. Monk Goes Home Again”); a case involving the teasing question of why someone would break a stock analyst’s right hand (“Mr. Monk Goes to the Office”).
More from season four: A variation on the Paris Exposition “Lady Vanishes” problem (“Mr. Monk Gets Drunk”); a variation on Alfred Hitchcock’s film Vertigo (“Mr. and Mrs. Monk”); a variation — okay, seemingly total theft from — Anthony Berkeley’s classic poisoning short story, “The Avenging Chance” (“Mr. Monk and the Secret Santa”); a comedic variation on the amnesia plot (“Mr. Monk Bumps his Head”); another perfect alibi case (“Mr. Monk and the Astronaut”) and Mr. Monk solving a present-time murder while serving on a jury (“Mr. Monk Gets Jury Duty”).
Once again, some of the episodes are extremely funny, especially “Mr. Monk Goes to the Dentist,” with it hilarious parody of the Laurence Olivier-Dustin Hoffman “Is It Safe?” scene from the film Marathon Man. Some are funny and poignant, like “Mr. Monk Goes to the Office,” because we realize that behind the humor of Monk’s eccentricities are really mental disorders that set him apart from humanity and make him a very lonely man. As Monk regularly pronounces, his genius truly is “a blessing — and a curse.”
Simultaneously successfully portraying the amazing deductive genius of the classical Great Detective and making us see as well his human side in the modern manner makes Monk a pure blessing.
Sun 13 Feb 2011
Reviewed by DAVID L. VINEYARD:
THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO. ( Män som hatar kvinnor, literally “Men Who Hate Women.”) Sweden, 2009. Michael Nyqvist, Noomi Rapace. Screenplay Niolaj Arcel, Rasmuss Heisterberg. Based on the novel by Stieg Larrson. Director: Niels Arden Opley.
I won’t go much into the complex plot of this international best selling thriller, the posthumous first of a trilogy by Swedish journalist Stieg Larrson. This Swedish film of the book, part of what is known as the Millennium Trilogy (The Girl Who Played With Fire and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest are the other two), introduces the protagonists Mikael Blomkvist, a journalist and publisher of Millennium, an expose magazine, and Lisbeth Salander, a gifted violent and almost feral computer researcher.
To summarize the plot as simply as possible (and leaving a good deal out) Blomkvist faces ruin after a libel suit following his expose of a prominent industrialist’s criminal activities. While waiting a possible jail sentence and financial ruin he is commissioned by Henrik Vanger, the former CEO of Vanger Industries to find out what happened to his niece Harriet, who disappeared forty years earlier, under the guise of researching a history of the Vanger family. Vanger believes someone in the family murdered Harriet, and taunts him by sending him a framed flower every year on his birthday as Harriet once did.
Vanger makes no bones about his family. They are a bad lot, but Harriet was one bright spot among the twisted monsters around her.
Meanwhile unknown to Blomkvist, Vanger has him investigated, the research done by Lisbeth Salander, the girl of the title, a mysterious young woman with a photographic memory and rare skills in her field. Lisbeth is hostile, violent, paranoid, defensive, and dresses in semi Goth outfits, black jeans and pullovers (her nose is pierced too) and rides a motorcycle. She is being sexually extorted by the man who runs her trust fund, but after a brutal rape turns the tables on him.
Lisbeth has dark secrets that Rapace echoes largely like a silent star, mostly with her eyes.
Eventually Blomkvist discovers Lisbeth, and they join forces, uncovering a history of sexual abuse and murder — a possible serial killer — dating back forty years (the sins of the past that haunt the Vanger family could almost come from a Ross Macdonald novel). Their descent into Vanger family history becomes steadily more disturbing until Blomkvist faces torture and murder and is saved only by Lisbeth’s timely arrival.
But the death of one killer is only the beginning, and there are dark secrets and the fate of Harriet Vanger still to be uncovered, nor is Lisbeth willing to leave Blomkvist to his fate.
There is a good deal more than this going on. The book could easily be a cross between Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Andrew Vachss, Mickey Spillane, and a Swedish William Faulkner, with a bit of de Sade and Henry Miller thrown in to boot.
There are enough literary analogies and references for a few dozen dissertations in it without even touching on the social, political, sexual, and psychological depths, but the film manages to capture the feel and the mood of the book even without the benefit of some of its more literary pleasures.
The film version takes a bit to get started, being faithful to the novel with a 152 minute running time. You may find yourself confused how the two narrative tracks are going to join, or wonder when and if they are, but Nyqvist is well cast as the middle aged moral hero and Noomi Rapace is perfect as Lisbeth Salander, who has her own demons.
It is a difficult role, physically and mentally demanding, a sort of female Mike Hammer with a tortured soul and Rapace’s large dark eyes staring out from the face of a child woman will stay with you long after the film ends. Few actresses expose themselves both physically and psychologically as naked as Rapace does in this film
When the film does get going, it is uncompromising, violent, dark, and yet neither exploitative nor merely sensational. Director Opley’s hand is certain, even gifted, and the film is both stunningly shot and sharply written and staged.
It can’t have been easy shaping Larrson’s unwieldy, in length anyway, very literary work into a taut film, but the effort pays off in a stunning film adaptation that is as good a translation of a big dense book to the screen as I’ve seen in many a year.
This is not a feel good film, but it is satisfying, and surprisingly the hero and heroine come across as human and vulnerable when they could easily have been preachy and self-satisfied in light of the book and movie’s themes of corporate corruption, sexual violence against women, traces of Nazi fascism lingering in the underbelly of wealthy Swedish society, the darkness at the heart of a supposedly perfect society, and generations of sexual abuse and despair.
That Blomkvist and Lisbeth emerge as people you actually care about is a tribute to both the script and the actors playing the roles.
I’ll be watching the sequel The Girl Who Played With Fire in a few days The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest has yet to be released on DVD, but I look forward to it, If they keep up this level of work it may prove the best such series of films since The Lord of the Rings and the Harry Potter films.
The American version of the film is in production, but I don’t have high hopes for it. It could hardly look any better, and I can’t imagine an American actress exposing the same mix of vulnerability and toughness while maintaining a core of humanity as real as Rapace’s. No doubt we will get a kick ass Lisbeth much more conventionally pretty and glamorous, but not half as real as Salander.
Even if you were indifferent to the book, or just have no urge to read it, see this film. Don’t wait for the American version — I can virtually assure you it won’t tackle half the subject matter or half as graphically. I do warn you, this is violent, sexually graphic, and certainly adult, but it is never sensational or exploitative, and the two characters at its heart prove to be someone you care for in a way rare to any thriller.
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is one of the best thrillers I’ve seen in ages — adult, complex, and uncompromising. I actually kept the NetFlix DVD an extra day and watched it again. It’s that good. The Girl Who Played With Fire is next in the queue and I look forward to it.
See this one, but be prepared. It is visceral experience unlike any thriller I’ve seen in many years. It comes at you and refuses to be ignored or just watched, but insists on being experienced. You may well have the urge to pull away a few times while watching it, to distance yourself a bit, but when the credits roll I suspect you will have the same reaction I did.
Damn good movie.
Sun 13 Feb 2011
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REVIEWED BY GEOFF BRADLEY:
STIEG LARRSON – The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2008), The Girl Who Played With Fire (2009), The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (2009).
I have read and heard much about this, the first of the much lauded Swedish trilogy. I had determined to resist, though, mainly because I couldn’t face embarking on a 1845 page marathon. But one day we were in a charity shop and there was the first of them and so I bought it.
I have to say though, that it took me a while to get into the book. If I used a fifty-page rule — and knew nothing about the book — I would probably have given it up. Indeed it was some 200 pages before I was picking the book up eagerly and wanting to know what was going to happen next.
The story involves an investigating journalist, Mikael Blomkvist, who has been found guilty of libel and is hired, on the promise of information that will clears him, to investigate the disappearance in 1966 of a 16 year old girl from a small town in northern Sweden.
To help him in his task he hires the girl of the title, Lisbeth Salander, a young — probably autistic — girl who is a computer wiz, and together they attempt to unravel the mystery.
The story comes to climax with about 70 pages to go and in some ways, though these final pages round the story off nicely, the rest is a little anticlimactic.
So my verdict is that this is a good, not great, book (where have I heard that before) but good enough for me to move straight on to the second.
The second and third books are really just one continuous story starting a year or so after the conclusion of the fIrst book. Salander has withdrawn trom contact with Blomkvist who is supervising an expose on the sex trade to be published in his journal, Millenium.
When the writer of the piece and his girlfriend are murdered Salander is the prime suspect and goes into hiding. Blomkvist begins investigating to clear her name, but Salander investigates with deeper motives stretching back into her history.
I have to confess I got very involved with this story and towards the end of the third book I was eager to continue reading at every possible moment. There are, I think, one or two plot devices which are rather far-fetched, but overall the books (especially books 2 and 3) are a delight, and I’m glad I read them.
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